Wild Bill Balding

Rookie (12 June 1961 / London)

Wild Bill Balding Poems

1. Sophie Goes To School 2/7/2008
2. Stones 2/7/2008
3. King's Cross 2/7/2008
4. Green 2/7/2008
5. Damn The Fence! 2/7/2008
6. Operation 2/7/2008
7. Harwich For The Continent... 2/7/2008
8. Jephtha's Daughter 2/7/2008
9. Jane,1873 2/7/2008
10. Muriel,1941 2/7/2008
11. Lilla,1905 2/7/2008
12. The Crows, He Said, 2/7/2008
13. Woodland Jazz 2/7/2008
14. 6943 2/7/2008
15. Imago 2/7/2008
16. The Existentialists Go On Holiday 2/7/2008
17. Dinas Dinlle 2/7/2008
18. Thetis 2/7/2008
19. Emrys,1951 5/14/2008
20. The Brakes In The Back (For Backseat Drivers Everywhere...) 5/14/2008
21. God Is A Verb 5/25/2008
22. Contrasts In Snowfall 5/27/2008
23. Nocturne 5/27/2008
24. Edward Bear Addresses The New Toys On Christmas Night 12/19/2008
25. Elevenses In Paris 12/19/2008
26. From A Painting By Hans Holbein: Portrait Of Anna Meyer (C.1526) 12/19/2008
27. Peoplewatching: Trafalgar Square At Dusk (A Dixaine Sequence For John Statham) 12/19/2008
28. Give & Take 12/19/2008
29. How To End A Dinner Party 12/19/2008
30. My Teddy Gave Me Aids 12/19/2008
31. Off His Face In The Flower Border (After Li Bai) 3/20/2009
32. Spanky Mary's Oubliette 7/21/2008
33. Willies 7/21/2008
34. The Ethical Illusion 7/22/2008
35. Honey Bob And The Whale 7/31/2008
36. Onibury 9/30/2008
37. Magnificat 9/30/2008
38. Marking Time 12/19/2008
39. Strumpet Voluntary 12/17/2008
40. Hue & Cry 2/7/2008
Best Poem of Wild Bill Balding

Good Dog, Bad Dog

Why is it when I'm doing what dogs do,
what dogs are designed to do,
then I'm a Bad Dog?

Why is it when I'm not doing what dogs do,
denying my very canininity,
then I'm a Good Dog?

Sniffing strangers' arses; humping Auntie's leg;
pissing to say 'I woz 'ere' - that's what we were made for!
Sitting still and silent, make no noise or smell,
wearing dainty waistcoats - just an evil joke!

Good dog, bad dog - why can't we decide,
join your debate on the meaning of 'good'?
We dogs can emote and intuit, be logical and positive! ...

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King's Cross

After all these years
will I recognise you now?
You burst through the crowd,
this stranger, my flesh and blood,
more beautiful than ever -
and once more walk right past me.

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